Mackenzie’s POV
I need to find a way to distract this woman, keep her talking, think Mackenzie! Say something!
‘How did you find out where I was?’ I blurt out quickly, glancing back at the blonde who hesitates, the gun dropping slightly in her hand.
‘It wasn’t that hard actually’ Summer mutters, her bloodshot eyes flicking around the room in agitation. ‘I searched for your name on the internet, it came straight up with an article about the new baker making waves in this small town in Maine. Some local reporter from a back water newspaper, singing your praises like you are some damn saint rather than the baby snatching b.itch you really are. Lots of pretty words calling you an entrepreneur, along with a nice big colour photograph of you outside the store.’
She sneers at me, ‘It must be s……
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